Most people can foggily recall where they were as the clock struck midnight on 1 January 2000. Me? I hugged the jaundiced rim of a village hall toilet, vomiting 10 shades of bile. I had attempted to complete Team 2000 – a challenge set by 20 friends who endeavoured to consume 2,000 units of alcohol, 100 units each, throughout December.
Seasoned soaks might consider this eminently achievable – especially around the festive season – but I was just 15 years old. Later that night, in the grim depths of morning, I defecated while unconscious in my friend’s sleeping bag. Welcome to generation peak booze.
